Ang 1331

PRABHAATEE, FIRST MEHL: If I remain silent, the world calls me a fool. If I talk too much, I miss out on Your Love. My mistakes and faults will be judged in Your Court. Without the Naam, the Name of the Lord, how can I maintain good conduct? ||1|| Such is the falsehood which is plundering the world. The slanderer slanders me, but even so, I love him. ||1|| Pause|| He alone knows the way, who has been slandered. Through the Word of the Guru’s Shabad, he is stamped with the Lord’s Insignia in His Court. He realizes the Naam, the Cause of causes, deep within himself. He alone knows the way, who is blessed by the Lord’s Glance of Grace. ||2|| I am filthy and polluted; the True Lord is Immaculate and Sublime. Calling oneself sublime, one does not become exalted. The self-willed manmukh openly eats the great poison. But one who becomes Gurmukh is absorbed in the Name. ||3|| I am blind, deaf, foolish and ignorant, the lowest of the low, the worst of the worst. I am poor, but I have the Wealth of Your Name, O my Beloved. This is the most excellent wealth; all else is poison and ashes. ||4|| I pay no attention to slander and praise; I contemplate the Word of the Shabad. I celebrate the One who blesses me with His Bounty. Whomever You forgive, O Lord, is blessed with status and honor. Says Nanak, I speak as He causes me to speak. ||5||12||

PRABHAATEE, FIRST MEHL: Eating too much, one’s filth only increases; wearing fancy clothes, one’s home is disgraced. Talking too much, one only starts arguments. Without the Name, everything is poison — know this well. ||1|| O Baba, such is the treacherous trap which has caught my mind; riding out the waves of the storm, it will be enlightened by intuitive wisdom. ||1|| Pause|| They eat poison, speak poison and do poisonous deeds. Bound and gagged at Death’s door, they are punished; they can be saved only through the True Name. ||2|| As they come, they go. Their actions are recorded, and go along with them. The self-willed manmukh loses his capital, and is punished in the Court of the Lord. ||3|| The world is false and polluted; only the True One is Pure. Contemplate Him through the Word of the Guru’s Shabad. Those who have God’s spiritual wisdom within, are known to be very rare. ||4|| They endure the unendurable, and the Nectar of the Lord, the Embodiment of Bliss, trickles into them continuously. O Nanak, the fish is in love with the water; if it pleases You, Lord, please enshrine such love within me. ||5||13||

PRABHAATEE, FIRST MEHL: Songs, sounds, pleasures and clever tricks; joy, love and the power to command; fine clothes and food — these have no place in one’s consciousness. True intuitive peace and poise rest in the Naam. ||1|| What do I know about what God does? Without the Naam, the Name of the Lord, nothing makes my body feel good. ||1|| Pause|| Yoga, thrills, delicious flavors and ecstasy; wisdom, truth and love all come from devotion to the Lord of the Universe. My own occupation is to work to praise the Lord. Deep within, I dwell on the Lord of the sun and the moon. ||2|| I have lovingly enshrined the love of my Beloved within my heart. My Husband Lord, the Lord of the World, is the Master of the meek and the poor. Night and day, the Naam is my giving in charity and fasting. The waves have subsided, contemplating the essence of reality. ||3|| What power do I have to speak the Unspoken? I worship You with devotion; You inspire me to do so. You dwell deep within; my egotism is dispelled. So whom should I serve? There is no other than You. ||4|| The Word of the Guru’s Shabad is utterly sweet and sublime. Such is the Ambrosial Nectar I see deep within. Those who taste this, attain the state of perfection. O Nanak, they are satisfied, and their bodies are at peace. ||5||14||

PRABHAATEE, FIRST MEHL: Deep within, I see the Shabad, the Word of God; my mind is pleased and appeased. Nothing else can touch and imbue me. Day and night, God watches over and cares for His beings and creatures; He is the Ruler of all. ||1|| My God is dyed in the most beautiful and glorious color. Merciful to the meek and the poor, my Beloved is the Enticer of the mind; He is so very sweet, imbued with the deep crimson color of His Love. ||1|| Pause|| The Well is high up in the Tenth Gate; the Ambrosial Nectar flows, and I drink it in. The creation is His; He alone knows its ways and means. The Gurmukh contemplates spiritual wisdom. ||2|| The rays of light spread out, and the heart-lotus joyfully blossoms forth; the sun enters into the house of the moon. I have conquered death; the desires of the mind are destroyed. By Guru’s Grace, I have found God. ||3|| I am dyed in the deep crimson color of His Love. I am not colored by any other color. O Nanak, my tongue is saturated with the taste of God, who is permeating and pervading everywhere. ||4||15||